"Homeroom?" Lance asked. It wasn't fast before the Brotherhood got word about something that affected them.
"Actually lunch. I kinda sorta read Jean's mind and-"
"Found out that she was a telepath," Lance finished with a slight smirk.
"Yeah. My powers, though," Alandra said, lowering her voice, "are that I can copy other mutant's powers, and all they have to do is be around. Right down to their level of expertise, but I don't get instructions, so sometimes, it's not easy. Magneto's machine really works."
***
She had headed back to her locker after the lunch bell. Alandra brushed her orange hair out of her face, and closed her locker. Turning around, she saw a jock, with two of his friends, wearing his school letter jacket. He was grinning like an idiot.
"Is there something you need?" Alandra asked, slightly irritated. She didn't like turning around to find some weirdo breathing down her neck.
He leaned a hand on her locker, and she pressed her back up against it. She was a little more annoyed now.
"Well," he began, " I was wondering if you'd like to-"
"Sorry, not interested." Alandra started to move away, but he grabbed her arm.
"C'mon. With my charm, good looks, popularity, and-"
She ripped her arm out of his grip. "I stand by what I said earlier. And I cannot stand your arrogance."
"You know you can't resist me!" He moved a little closer to her.
She shoved him backwards into his friends, a little roughly. "Ugh, please just be quiet. I can't stand you." Her eyes narrowed at him, and she walked off.
He stared after her in shock.
***
As she neared her next class, she realized, like earlier, her eyes were beginning to hurt again.
The teacher standing at the doorway greeted each and every student that came into her class. She looked concerned. "Are you alright, dear?" She asked sweetly.
"Uh, yes ma'am, I'm fine. My eyes just hurt a little."
She had taken a seat in the second row, diagonal from the guy with the ruby shades. The bell rang, and class began.
Alandra did the best she could. She took notes, she paid attention as much as she could, but she realized she couldn't stand any more of History. It was driving Alandra crazy. She had been playing with an idea for a while, and decided to put that idea into action. "Miss, can I get some water?"
This irritated the teacher. "Hurry up."
She headed out of class, suppressing a grin. She knew Mystique was around. She slipped into the Janitor's Closet, and waited for the teacher. Finally, she heard the irritated grumbling and footsteps of her teacher, heading for the water fountain. She shapeshifted into her teacher, and slipped out of the closet quietly. She walked into the class, smiling. "Well, dears, there is no homework today." Her eyes swept over the room, as if she was looking for Alandra. "Oh, that child!" She stormed out, and headed for the Janitor's Closet again. Slipping inside, she quickly morphed back into herself. She waited almost impatiently, and was sincerely relieved when she heard something about getting sent to the principal. 'If only you knew the principal,' Alandra thought.
When the coast was clear, Alandra slipped out of the closet. She walked back to the class, entering quietly. The teacher turned to her, from the board, her eyes blazing. "What took you, dear?"
Alandra looked at the teacher innocently, and a little fearfully. "The water fountain on this hall doesn't work. I-I had to go to the other side."
The teacher, obviously, felt bad. "Oh, dear, I am so sorry."
Alandra brightened. The teacher smiled at her. Alandra wanted to choke. She hated acting the innocent, and almost felt like telling the teacher the truth. But that would ruin all her fun.
"Now, your homework assignment for today is-"
Her voice was covered by loud protests. "You said we didn't have any homework!"
"Yeah!"
The teacher finally silenced the class. "Dears, I did not!" She looked at the students, studying their faces. They seemed serious. "Oh, dear," she said quietly, sitting down. "W-well, the rest of the time is yours." The teacher seemed to be questioning her sanity.
Shades glanced at her, and frowned a little.
"What?" Alandra asked, and almost frowned back. She quickly remembered the sweet innocent act, and suppressed her frown.
"You had something to do with this, didn't you?" Her eyes started hurting worse than they were before.
"I didn't do anything, Shades."
"It's Scott."
"Right. I didn't do anything, Scott."
Her eyes were hurting more now, and he was frowning deeply. Alandra had to bite the side of her cheek. Her eyes felt like they were on fire.
Scott seemed to take her pained expression as hurt. His expression softened, and the pain in her eyes almost disappeared. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Alandra said, smiling slightly at him. She had to fight herself not to reach up and rub her eyes. The bell rang, and Alandra was relieved.
Toad and Pietro came up to join her. They just had the same class. And they knew something was up.
"Why'd Mystique do something like that for us?" Toad asked.
"She wouldn't," Pietro said, glancing at Alandra.
"I don't think Mystique would be to happy bout that," Toad said.
"Well," she said, "I couldn't stand that class any longer. I was developing my powers," She said innocently. "And if she gets really mad, then I'll deal with it."